Chapter 51 – The Empress Has No Mercy
In the grand dining hall of the Academy, hidden within the lavish private lounge reserved only for the special class elites, Sophie Castria sat.
The silence was sharp, like the tension in the air.
Across from her stood two men—mirror images of each other. Blond hair, red eyes, regal posture. They could've stepped out of a painting of the imperial lineage itself.
Isac and Albert Castria. Twin princes of the empire.
Her brothers.
"You asked to see me," Sophie said calmly, her voice poised, her face unreadable.
Isac—the colder, more calculating of the two—stared at her in silence. But Albert? He was already seething.
"Is that how you greet your older brothers?" Albert snapped, his voice a growl.
Sophie didn't flinch. "Tell me what you want. I don't have time for games."
"You little—!"
"Albert." Isac's voice cut through the room like a blade. One word was enough.
Albert froze and gritted his teeth.
